John was pissed off.

How could he not be?

John has wanted to fight for years, he's damn good at it and even making some quick cash in a not so legal ring. He's become a crowd favorite, winning fights left and right until he had to go against you.

You were also an experienced fighter and not just a hot shot, you had age, experience, skill and the crowd on your side as you kicked his ass in tonight.

Now back in the backrooms where the fights remain, John comes in like a bull on fire, immediately coming to you.

"Wha' 'he fuck is wrong with ye, hah!?"

He yells, swinging a wind punch your way which was cleanly dodged by you, grabbing his wrist and pinning him to the lockers, pressing against him.